The Decaying effect

This is extremely old. (We're talking 2004 here...) Old old poem I wrote after heartache.

My head is full of decay.

Toxic traces left from your ghost.

The memories take up space,

no room for sanity.

I try in vain

to...

Get rid of the pain.

But...

Again and again

I'm...

Going insane.

No.

I went mad sometime ago.

Meeting you was like dumping a bottle of acid through my ears,

slowly and painfully dissolving my mind into nothing.

The toxic sludge pours from my orifices like water.

You make me want to vomit out my soul.